Professor Lucem

Today felt like a different day. I woke up happy, something was weird in my heart. I don't know why though. I went to class thinking about dealing with my classes for next semester; dealing with the problems with the advisors; thinking about becoming a professor. I thought I'd get to class early, but I didn't. I had my giant Monster. That penguin on the side is my little friend I'm taking to class until the end of the semester. I was wearing my cool penguin painted shirt, and said, "This is my baby." Haha. Hilarious.
English 471- Human Rights in Literature. My professor says I don't talk enough in that class. I've had to tell her that my mind is on totally different subjects. Today, it was discussion about Hawaii, and the 'haole' (foreigners, mostly just white people) that took the land, etc. And I'm thinking about how much things have changed since the Annexation, and also how much things are going to change in the next decades. Human Rights aren't being addressed in their conversation, only a twisted sense of justice and vengeance. One day, it won't be who did this, who did that, but who shall be doing, what shall we do. Forward looking, forward walking.
English 338- American Literature 1950s to Present. Another wonderful class. I seem to be amazing or entertaining to my classmates. I like making little projects of my 'letters to the professor' we write. My first was writing 'The Crucible', and I took the part of a citizen of Salem in outrage at the existence of witches and the mockery of this disbelievers. Then I wrote a long poem letter. Then I had photos where I pasted the letter to the back of them. And today, I got tracing paper, placed it over my final letter, and scratched it up--writing different powerful words I could have used, asking additional questions, pointing out things, noting things, and scribbling all over it. It was a fun project for me. I had to get my paper back from my professor, she gave me an A. She said it is so great that I am in the class. I told her I wanted to be a professor, and she said it would be no problem for someone like me. (Yay?) She even said I should talk to the Honors professor about taking an honors course to better prepare me. I like talking in that class, because we share different opinions randomly. It isn't where two people talk all the time guiding the mind of the class.
English 320- Introduction of English Majors. In class we are discussing 'Dementia Blog', which is the book I read one page and decided to make this blog-page. I told them about my view on talking while in person, talking on the phone, chatting, e-mailing--how each is different, we express ourselves differently, that I like to express myself to my friends in those different ways. It is enriching to be able to chat with a friend, talk to them in person, write an e-mail to them. I consider it beautiful. Oh, I was supposed to get something saying my grade for my paper for this course, but I don't see it. Boo.
2:20 Appointment. I had to meet my 471-Professor today to discuss my final paper. I also visited the advising office to make sure my major is finally changed to English. They have it on record that I changed it, but they say it must have been lost in transit--sadness. They said everything was okay, and they would just send it again, it would just take two or three weeks--too bad I register in two days. Haha. I went to the English office to talk about moving toward Professorship. The man said it is good I have direction, and also told me they have 5 positions open which are paid TA, full-scholarship through Masters. Damn. He said it is also skewed, because that also predetermines who is likely to get the Doctorate scholarship--the same people have a better chance. DAMN! He referred me back to the Undergraduate advisor to discuss options.
My appointment wasn't too deep or confusing. She could tell I had a good thesis in mind and a good idea for my paper. My work was going along well. She also thought it was not a bad idea that I wanted to become a professor. It's a different day when people don't give you problems. I'm amazed.
Yogurtland. Augusto agreed to hang out today, and wanted to meet at Yogurtland. Until he arrived, I was at the library searching through the books I'd use as references in my final papers. Yogurtland was mostly not anything I expected it to be. The yogurt I tried ended up looking like transparent brown stuff. The place was full of 12-14 year old children. The only entertainment, for Augusto, was the man that fell off his skateboard--Augusto was laughing and I was chiding him--then an ambulance came for the man. Oy.
Glazers. This proved to be our second stop. I told him it's a gay coffee shop, and the owner is this older, adorable gay man that Augusto said, "He must get a lot of action here." Then Augusto proceeded to offer the man his business card as a hair-professional, wanting to razor the guy's hair. Now that's forward. He chatted with Richee as I studied for all I could.
Down to Earth and Stuff. So we went to this Japanese market, so Augusto could stand and dance in place, looking at alcohol and Power Ranger curry, yes, that's right. Then we went to Down to Earth, which Scott boycotts. I picked up the Yogi teas that Kevin told me to get--I got Vanilla Hazelnut and Ginko IQ. Then Augusto proceeded to laugh at all the weird labels, teas, and strange smelling herbs. After this we went home.
Home. I made my fresh saimin noodles with dashi soup. I'll probably have some flat bread with olive oil and sun-dried tomatoes, too.

I'd say today was a pretty good day. Wouldn't it be cool one day to call myself a Professor?
Vincent